~BEXLEY POV~

Sunday morning came early and after staying out late with the B.A.U. team, there was no denying the fact that I was exhausted. I gently pulled off the top I'd worn last night and as I walked by the small mirror in my room, I couldn't help but notice a few of the faded scars on my stomach. I looked away from the mirror and grabbed my blue shirt from my dresser.

I couldn't help but cringe as my ribs ached with every move I made. Work was going to be hell today but I didn't regret the night with everyone last night. I'd never had so much fun in my life and it was nice to almost forget about the future and the past. It was nice to just thing about what was going on in the present.

I slipped on my black jeans and boots and headed out the door. It wasn't a far walk to the music store but it was far enough that it left me alone with my thoughts. I thought of Spencer and his smile and the way he was with Jack and Henry. The way he rattled off about things that he knew and how, despite the fact that I couldn't follow what he was saying, I loved listening to him babble.

I thought of Eleanor and how she meant the world to me now. She was so much like my grandmother that the thought of leaving her caused me pain. I thought of JJ, Will, David, Aaron, and Derek and how they had welcomed me into their little group. I thought of Penelope and how even though she wasn't completely to the point of trusting me, she tried to make me feel welcome.

I looked up from my feet and saw a shadow dart down into an alley way. I felt a wave of fear roll over me and before I even registered what I was doing, I was heading down the alley. I felt my breathing speed up and I walked faster. I stopped and realized that the footsteps of the other person had stopped as well.

I could tell that the person was near and was almost certain he was around the corner. I took a deep breath and quickly looked around the corner to see that no one was there. Did I just imagine that?

I felt someone's presence and they placed a hand on my shoulder. I couldn't stop my instinct before my foot connected with his groin.

"Mother fucker!" I looked a little more carefully to see who I'd kicked and saw a man that stood at six feet tall with black hair and a bit of stubble. He wore a white t-shirt, black jeans, boots, and a black jacket. He finally opened his eyes and I saw that they were a color of hazel. "Sloane, is this a friend of yours?"

A familiar face walked out from behind one of the corners. It was the girl from the video store that I'd met a while back. "She is now. It's good to see you again."

"Sloane!" the guy growled and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at them. I backed up and he sat down on the ground and lay back against the wall. I stayed for a minute and fought my instinct to run. I wanted answers this time.

"Stop whining, Tyler." The woman, who I no knew as Sloane, said as she walked over with an ice pack and threw it at his crotch. He cringed as it made contact and I looked to her.

"Who the fuck hangs out in a dark alley?" I asked and didn't bother to hide the irritation I felt. She grinned and walked past me to sit down next to Tyler. "Where did the ice pack come from?"

"He irritates the hell out of me on a daily basis so I keep them with me in a cooler. As for your first question, the same person who kicks the shit out of a random stranger on contact is who hangs out in a dark alley. It's early morning though, so it's not dark."

I shook my head and began to walk out of the alley when she called "It's rude to kick someone's boyfriend in the nuts and not give your name, music girl."

I stopped in my tracks and glanced back at the girl. I didn't know whether or not to trust her but despite her dangerous look, I couldn't see her as a threat to anyone except the person sitting next to her.

"Bexley." I told her and she nodded once before smiling.

"See you around, Bexley." She said and I turned back around and slowly walked out of the alley.

The rest of the walk to the music store was pretty peaceful and I walked in to see Nathan, who now had blond hair instead of the light brown that he loved so much. "When did this happen?" I asked and smiled at him.

"Since we started dating." Roxy came in and grinned brightly at me. I noticed that her hair was now a bright pink instead of its usual black.

I laughed and grabbed the box of music to start putting it away on the shelves. Anything to keep my mind occupied.

~SPENCER POV~

"How can you hate the beach?" JJ asked and I looked at her just in time to fall on my ass as the sand slid down the small hill.

I glared at her and stood up again before we continued our walk over to Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi. Rossi looked at me and laughed as he saw me brushing the sand off of my pants.

"What do we know so far?" I asked and Morgan looked back down at the 23 year old male that lay dead face down in the ocean.

"Same as the first victim: male, throat slit open to pour into the ocean, eyes are open so no sign of remorse, any footprints that could have been left behind have been washed away by the ocean, and no witnesses so the kill was more than likely at night. The only difference is this male is not nineteen." Rossi said and I looked down at the victim.

"That's two in one week." I ran a hand through my hair and then looked up at JJ.

She looked down at her phone and then back up at me. "Local P.D. wants to see us."

"JJ and I will meet with local P.D. Morgan and Rossi, scope out the area. Talk to the locals and see if anyone's seen anything. Reid, stay here and see if you can find anything to help with the case. We'll meet in an hour and put together a profile. We should have an ID by then." Hotch sounded stressed about this case already and no matter how much I hated the beach, I wasn't going to argue.

After wandering along the beach for an hour and finding nothing I was called back to the local department and was now listening as Hotch described the UNSUB.

"The person we are looking for has a history with the ocean. It is uncertain whether these are good experiences. The person is more than likely local so look for someone who has a degree in marine biology or has lost someone to the ocean."

"The UNSUB is more than likely a loner. Not very friendly, maybe even awkward around other people to the point of making them uncomfortable." Morgan spoke sternly and I watched as several of the local P.D. started writing faster.

I looked from one officer to another as I said "Check local libraries. Flag anyone who has checked out numerous books on the ocean. Our UNSUB is a woman who is in her early twenties and attractive enough to lure men out into the ocean at night."

"A woman doesn't have the strength to take down a full grown male without having him restrained." One of the local's said, his blue eyes looked at me questioningly and I looked to JJ.

She nodded and looked toward the young officer. "As Dr. Reid stated, the woman is more than likely attractive. The victims are also found face down in the sand. Say she walks behind him, offers him a massage. He takes it and once he is completely off guard, she takes the knife and slits his throat before he has any idea of what's happened."

"She cleans up any trace of fingerprints that could be left and leaves the body far enough in the ocean so that it washes away the blood. That'll be her signature and this is significant to her link with the ocean." Rossi finished and took a sip of the coffee from the cup in his hand.

"Scope out the local scene and if anyone matches this profile, alert us immediately and we'll bring them in for questioning." Hotch nodded at the sheriff and with that we all took off in separate directions to find the woman.

Hopefully, before her next kill.

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